sunlight—
the heat of the day
air heavy with the breath of summer
water coalescing like spit in a mouth
everywhere
the heat touches
its all-encompassing embrace
fills the emptiness

surrounded like this
i can believe that i belong
that this is home
it is the only one i’ve ever known after all
to leave it is to leave
a heavy, heated familiarity
the taste of perpetual sunlight
the painting of thunder’s dance
and lightning’s howl
the shine of winter and shadow of summer
the voices that weave around my ears like a halo
as they whisper my name
Intimacy

a silent heartbeat
—a home

I am exhausted
with your
silences

The chattering muons
rain upon my
magnetosphere

this crushing
undetectable
force

of everything
failing
to fill




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

The black tide takes my boat down stream where the tree's of secrets block out the sun.
Long winds the stream, filled with jagged rocks of lies crack my Hull at each turn. Every rock bashes over and over again with no remorse no prejudice.
My feet draw cold as the water cascades witnin the boat dampening my shoes. Shoes I once wore walking freely without worry with out pain.
I hear the tree's above my head whisper in the winds past memories, past choices, past mistakes.
A grey shadow that's cold and hollow coats my skin. I shudder to the core with thoughts of regret for ever taking the river.
For its that I make my choices that put the path in front that led to this river. Never did I see its tide was so black and fixed for its purpose of ruin. Not desperate but engineered for destruction of any man to be taken by its might.
The water rises inching up my legs slowing me down. Making it hard for me to walk around the boat as I'm thrown to the wrong side. I can't think clearly I need to find the balance taken from me. I have one thought and that's to stop the water being taken on through rips made from rocks I've been crashing into. But whilst repairing them rips new ones lay ahead ready to tear more letting more water on sinking me deeper until I surely drowned.
My determination is clouded only letting in idle thought of repetition.
A stillness happens, a memory of a smile. I hear a song in the tree's through whispering. It's distant but I hear it. The balance of the sounds slowly shifts in favour of the song now louder than the whispers. I still hear them but my mind fixes with purpose. I know what I need to do to stay a float. I know I won't sink. But the tide is strong. Its blackness so dark, like an empty void pulling all light down. Nothing can escape it seems. Nothing will ever be other than this long windy river. This thought is terrifying but I knew it took just one decision one choice to get me on here so surely it will only be one decision one choice to get me out. But it takes time and effort to get to the point of such strength. I must wade through the murky waters of my past. But the water weighs me down heavy like a mountain on my back.

Once the sun rose in the south
like the fowl by the same name
regular enough to set a watch
this ascension of desire’s push
promising much as consequence
if the eye can be believed
even as the owner sleeps
still embraced by wanton dreams

then to wake against the day
asking rutting in payment
to witness god’s greatest gift
bequeathed to eager supplicants
to sate the fire that burns within
the showers pelt in response
by sparse cloud’s drizzling
or the tempest’s drowning fist

this revelry in dawn’s face
expected at daybreak’s light
is now left behind in the years
with only pain to end the night
the sun has set forever more
no longer rising like days of yore
and while the fowl may share the name
no crow is heard at first of day.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190203.

Dear friend,
Dear friend, remember the nights
Remember the nights filled with hours of conversation
Conversation of life
Our life, how similar yet we grew up apart
Remember those talks
Those talks are still in my mind
In my mind, where everything is cluttered
Dear friend,
Im still the same person from those nights
Still same person as before
Only whose life is falling apart
Apart away from those ambitions i had
Apart away from those dreams we imagined,
Dear friend,
** pe you are still writing those lovely poems you used to write,
You can diss me in your rhymes, if i ditched you ever
Or you can love me in your poems if you did, ever
However you wanna write, write once about me dear friend

The crimson rose
Red as love I suppose
Beauty and vigor it pose
With sweet aroma arouse
Draw others in from close
Giving in you lose
Beating heart that speed
Telling stories the ear feed
For a beautiful companion,
We all need
But you never know they
Start from a seed
Which could end up a ****